What love I’ve known I found on knees, by chance between iniquities. Fingers confined a backwards prayer, cutaneous chants without my underwear. Vestments, red wine a rosary, entwined lithe wrists you lead to liturgy, to genuflect before an altar, bare, a deity I wed in collar, chestnut hair. Services sworn in ballet veil, sanguine stilettos, flesh paraded, pale […]Read More Vestal Valentine
He rubs his thumb against two other ones, index and next, fingertip circles slow until it flows — honeysuckle scent from some dripping aperture, brass faucet. Knows by rote the bubble height you like — that steam makes nightmares dreams, cleans freshly shrunken dolls. How intimate submerging naked seems, even in microscopic extremes. Small enough […]Read More Wet
is there’s just one of you — more in the corps, a dozen girls who covet the headpiece secured by thirty bobby pins. Abhor your good fortune. Pretend to be friends. Peace is mathematically sound when it’s ten surrounding one, too terrified, thin. Learn survival means shopping, invitations — one texting this evening, ice blue […]Read More The Math of a Princess
Handpicked handmaiden, raven hair, a charm collected, jaunt in country air. Conveyed to castle, swift, by dainty, dirty arm, for sister, gift; he makes her mirror maid. A countess cloistered, brother bold, a lust rebuffed for years maturates manifold. No hunger for another face, she must be kismet: this twin to take her place. Bow […]Read More Proxy
I ask myself a lot why did he stop? Did I make too much noise? Did he hear other boys stir, their sleeping bags flop, anticipating eavesdrops? Too dark to see what he was turning me into beneath black nylon, stars. Do choked sobs travel far? A body he pulled from a crowd asleep, attacked — was […]Read More Why Did He Stop?
A fairytale this thing called home: a shrine they keep that you’ve outgrown. They lure you back, a feast, homemade, with sugar cookies, wine, board games replayed to your childhood soundtrack. You learn it from the TV shows. Details, menus unique; the love’s transposed. Boyfriends all have it, normalcy; you trace the braille of love […]Read More Home
First prey then predator, princess from plague of corpses, rats — white cross/black rain. Wood rot, footsteps in smoke, cadavers diseased, grave resolution to starve, bereaved. You sought rodents, stumbled on cries, found slovenly, cerulean eyes. Child devoted to a corpse. Awaken death, her prayers without remorse. Each aches for arms tragedy withdrew — imbued […]Read More Claudia
Night blossom, hawkish, witchy wiles, lovechild in lightning with a pedophile. My Cue, best book, biography. By art beguiled, betrothed to Clare Quilty — dress black, ink blue. Lolita vacation kaleidoscope of butterflies. Whim winged gleams, collector’s eyes. 12 year old on index cards. Captured clippings, American bard, true predator. LaSalle, pretend FBI, a pre-teen […]Read More Darkbloom